In the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, Yu Mo and Buddha Zi walked towards the third floor.

The king and other monks stood outside the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and saw the two disappear at the entrance of the stairs.

The Buddha had already been instructed by the abbot. In the past few days, he has been inseparable from Yu Mo in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, urging him to sort out the New Yi Jin Sutra.

Of course, this does not rule out supervising Yu Mo's study of Buddhist scriptures to see if he behaves abnormally.

After the abbot came back to his senses, he also noticed a little bit of Yu Mo's true intentions.

Yu Mo tirelessly pursued Buddhist classics instead of martial arts secrets, which the abbot believed.

What is the meaning of Yu Mo's move?

Is he going to find something in it?

The abbot couldn't figure out what Yu Mo was thinking, so he could only let the Buddha read and listen to see if he could find any clues.

Yu Mo ignored the complicated thoughts of Tianlong Temple, all his thoughts were above the Buddhist classics.

Stepping on the stairs, looking at the third floor that was getting closer, his eyes became hot.

The Buddha looked at him intently, and just passed the second floor, Yu Mo didn't look sideways, and didn't even glance at the rows of martial arts secrets.

The Buddha also gradually believed that Yu Mo's real purpose was the Buddhist classics on the third floor.

The two finally climbed to the third floor, and the bookshelves on the floor immediately filled their eyes. The rows of bookshelves were filled with Buddhist classics.

Seeing the strangeness, the Buddha pointed at the bookshelf and said, "The Buddhist scriptures in Tianlong Temple are all here. These are all Buddhist scriptures, and every monk in Tianlong Temple must study them carefully. Of course, everyone's understanding and qualifications are different. Some people can only comprehend only a few books in their entire life. Of course, there are people who have a relationship with Buddha and possess Buddha-nature, and can comprehend hundreds of scriptures. The abbot is such a person.”

Yu Mo nodded and praised: "It's really admirable."

After a slight pause, Yu Mo asked curiously, "Buddha, your Buddha-nature must also be excellent. I wonder how many sutras you have comprehended?"

The Buddha raised his head slightly and said proudly, "I have already penetrated half a hundred scriptures."

Yu Mo was astonished that the Buddha had achieved such achievements at such a young age. It was no wonder that he could become a Buddha. This Buddha-nature was simply unparalleled.

The Buddha looked at Yu Mo and said, "Sect Master Yu, the Buddhist scriptures are not the secrets of martial arts. You are really good at practicing martial arts, and you can create your own martial arts, but the Buddhist scriptures focus on understanding and Buddha-nature. You are extremely smart, and you will never gain much."

Yu Mo did not refute, but believed the Buddha's judgment as a past person, and said, "I understand."

"Then you can start by yourself. You can read any scripture."

Yu Mo nodded and walked to a bookshelf without saying a word, a book of scriptures immediately came into view, dazzling and dazzling.

Just a glance is enough to make you cringe.

However, Yu Mo had an intimate feeling, as if he had returned home, he took out a scripture at random.

The scriptures are very new, as if they were new books.

"Are all the scriptures so new?" Yu Mo asked curiously.

The Buddha nodded: "Of course, there is a grand Buddha Dharma in the scriptures, and with the blessing of the Buddhadharma, the scriptures are naturally as new and spotless."

Yu Mo checked it again and found that the scriptures were spotless, but the new ones were a bit too much.

Yu Mo's heart is awe-inspiring, and he doesn't dare to underestimate it.

Whoa!

He gently opened the scriptures, and what caught his eyes were Chinese characters, not Sanskrit.

The Buddha introduced: "There are Chinese scriptures written by Chinese, and there are also Sanskrit. If you don't understand Sanskrit, you can read these Chinese scriptures first."

Yu Mo was noncommittal, because he was already immersed in the scriptures, like an old monk in meditation, staring at the scriptures in his hands without squinting.

Whoa!

Yu Mo opened the scripture page after page, and the lines of words seemed to have spirituality, jumping into his eyes, his heart.

The Buddha didn't care at first, but gradually found that Yu Mo was very serious, and the speed of turning pages was getting faster and faster.

He didn't understand it a little. This was not a novel, but a Buddhist scripture. What was the use of his almost ten-line speed?

What mystery can he see?

"Is he pretending? Is he trying to confuse me?"

The Buddha frowned, but Yu Mo was too serious, he couldn't interrupt him at all, he could only watch Yu Mo helplessly.

Yu Mo finished flipping through the first scripture, his eyes were calm, like a calm sea, deep and broad.

However, a storm had already set off in his heart.

As he read the words one by one, the familiarity in his mind became stronger and stronger.

Finally, when he finished reading this mantra, a bell rang out in the dark prison of his brain, which was deafening.

A golden spot of light flickered in the black prison, like a star in the dazzling night sky, especially dazzling.

Yu Mo had no choice but to ignore it.

How is this going?

Yu Mo stared straight at the little golden light, unable to calm down for a long time.

Yu Mo raised his head suddenly, picked up another scripture, and read it eagerly.

Since he had such a reaction after reading the scriptures, of course Yu Mo wanted to continue, but he wanted to see what would happen after he read all the scriptures.

"All these changes must have something to do with my past life."

Yu Mo was determined and focused, and was immersed in the second scripture.

The Buddha looked at Yu Mo in shock and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask what Yu Mo was doing, but Yu Mo was too serious and forced him to swallow his words.

The Buddha was stunned. He saw Yu Mo finished reading the second book of the scriptures. When he saw that Yu Mo was about to take the third book, the Buddha finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Sect Master Yu, what are you doing?"

Yu Mo didn't mean to stop, he had already picked up the third book of scriptures in his hand and read it on his own.

Because, when he read the second scripture, another golden light spot appeared in the black prison. Yu Mo already understood that when he didn't read a scripture, a light spot would appear in the black prison.

What those blips would end up being, he wasn't sure, but he was curious.

So, he couldn't wait to read through all the scriptures and see the final result.

He glanced at the Buddha, took a look at his reaction, and said lightly: "The Buddhist scriptures are indeed extraordinary, and there are great mysteries and great truths in them."

"Do you really understand?" The Buddha was incredulous.

Yu Mo nodded, his eyes already resting on the scriptures in his hands, and without raising his head, he said, "I understand a little."

hiss!

The Buddha breathed a sigh of relief, the so-called reading a hundred times, the meaning of which is self-seeing, Yu Mo just read it at a glance, and he actually understood a little.

The Buddha really wanted to vomit blood.

His buddha nature is excellent, and he studied it repeatedly at the beginning, and then he comprehended a book of the original scriptures. Wherever he read it like Yu Mo, he could gain something.

Doesn't this mean that Yu Mo's Buddha-nature is better than a Buddha's son?

Even if the Buddha was killed, he couldn't believe the result.